My Friend, the Wraith
By: Frankiewraith
Hey y'all wraith fans out there, I'm sort of new to this whole online fanfic stuff, so bear with me. I just had this genius idea for a story after watching the Steve episode of Stargate Atlantis for the second time…….okay the third time…..fourth time…..what say we round it up to ten and leave it at that? Anyway, my imaginary friend Seth, insisted I write this, especially since our wonderfully brilliant author of the Adventures of Steve the Wraith seems to be slacking of as of late. Wow it's hard to write on a laptop in a moving vehicle. Anyway, this story is sort of loosely based on what would happen if me and my imaginary friend Seth, who, yes you guessed it, is a wraith, grew up in the Pegasus Galaxy. It's a little childish at the start, but somewhat humorous. I hope you will stick with it until we get to the goods. And for all you fans of the main characters, be patient I'll get to them eventually.
Chapter 1 – When we were children
"Back wraith! Or I'll skewer you to bits! I'm mighty warrior princess Vicky!" Ten year old Vicky Smithsdotter raised her stick menacingly. "Won't back down, eh? Well I gotta protect my village!" She thrust her stick forward.
The air filled glro'k bladder deflated with a sound that made Vicky giggle. It sounded like her flatulent uncle when he let loose a long one. Her giggle turned to a gasp as she heard an eerie whistle overhead. A loud crash sounded behind it. Game forgotten, she ran in the direction of the crash.
She came to a small meadow where the wreckage of a strange device Vicky had never seen before, lay smoking.
"Help!" a weak voice sounded. "Somebody help me!'
Vicky circled the strange device, searching for the source of the plea. She spotted a ragged hole in the side of it and dropped on all fours to look inside. She could see the head and right arm of a small boy reaching out towards her.
"I'm stuck!' The boy coughed. "Pull me out!"
Vicky spotted the problem immediately through the smoke and dust; the boy was stuck underneath a body. She could only see the legs, and used them to roll the body off the boy. As she did, the top half of the body cam into her immediate line of sight. The face to be specific. It was terrifying up close. It had dirty dreadlocks that draped into her face like eratus limbs and the face was covered in some sort of grotesque mask, like cracked mud. It seemed to come to life before her very eyes. Her scream was stifled only by a sudden cough from the smoke rapidly entering her lungs.
"It's only your nerves; it's only your nerves." She told herself. She didn't take a second look at the face anyway.
"Hurry! I can't breathe!" The boy cried.
She rolled out of the hole for a deep breath of fresh air before she ducked back inside and pulled the boy out by his arm.
The smoking wreck suddenly caught fire and creaked ominously. The boy's eyes widened.
"RUN!" He grabbed her arm and together they sprinted for the cover of the trees. The force of the exploding ship blasted them into the air and through the trees.
"OW! Gerroff me! OwowowowOW!" Nikki pushed the boy's slight yet heavy frame off of her. She curled up into a ball, holding her head.
"Man, oh man, I'm gonna have a goose egg the size of my pappy's foot!" She uncurled and rubbed the fast growing lump on her head. She unscrunched her eyes.
"Are you okay?" A face was up close and personal with hers.
"Yikes!" Vicky scrambled backwards like a crab. "Don' scare me like that!"
She looked the boy up and down. He wore loose black clothing of a cloth she'd never seen before. He had chin length starch-straight white hair and a weird pale grayish green complexion. He had an odd pointed ridge above each eyebrow, which actually looked sort of cool. He had twin scars, one on each prominent cheekbone that mirrored each other. Last, his thin lips parted ever so slightly to reveal strange pointed teeth. All in all, though he looked strange, he kinda looked cute. She'd never tell him that though.
"You're weird looking. What's wrong with you?" she said bluntly.
"Huh?" He blinked. He stared at her.
"What're you lookin' at me like that for? Wanna fight shorty?"
"You are a human!" He said with some surprise.
"When'd you figure that one out genius?" She shot sarcastically. "What're you supposed to be?"
"I'm a wraith stupid!"
"Don't call me stupid, stupid!"
"I'm not stupid"
"Yes you are"
"Are not!"
"Are to"
"Nu uh!"
"Ya hah!'
"Nuh uh! You didn't even know what I was!"
"Well, sor-ry your royal high and mightiness!"
"Hmmph!' He crossed his arms. The silence extended.
"You're pretty harmless looking for a wraith," Vicky said with a skeptical look. "Pappy said wraiths are big scary mean monsters that get you in the night if you're bad. You don't look mean or scary. An' yer shorter than me!"
She paused.
"I'm hungry. How bout you? Feelin' peckish?" She asked getting herself and brushing herself off.
"Starved" he said as he got up.
"Otay, common!' She half turned then stopped.
"Wait, I'm Vicky. What's your name?"
"Name?" He asked confused. "I'm called a wraith"
"No stupid. Yer called a wraith, but what's yer name? Like, I'm called a human, but my name's Vicky."
He just stared. She gasped.
"You don't have a name?" She said dramatically.
"I don't know what a name is."
"You know, a name. What people call you when they want your attention or when you're in trouble?"
"Nobody calls me anything, they just call me."
"Then, how do you know it's you?"
"Because they're talking to me."
"But how do you know it's you they're talking to in particular?" Vicky said, straining over the big adult word.
"Because when they say something they're saying it to me"
"But how do you know that?"
"You just do!"
"But what if I'm looking at you an' Sal and I want to say something to you. How does Sal know I'm not saying it to him iffen I don't say your name?" Vicky asked.
"You only say it to me."
"But if I say it, both of yous are gonna hear it."
"If you're not talking to more than one person you only telepath to me."
"Tele-what?" Vicky asked
"You can't telepath?"
"What's that?"
"You know, talk by thinking? With your mind?"
"How do you do that?"
Pause. The boy-wraith screwed up his face in concentration.
"I said to nod if you could hear me!" Seth stamped his foot.
"Ye did not!" Vicky protested.
"Oh, then you didn't hear me."
"How could I hear you if ye didn't say nuthin?" Vicky yelled frustrated.
"I tried to telepath."
"Oh."
Pause.
"What do you want to be named?" Vicky asked.
"I dunno"
"How 'bout Seth?"
"How bout Death?" Seth said dramatically.
"I like Seth better."
"Okay," he shrugged. "I'm still hungry……Vicky"
"Right this way…..Seth"
∞
"Um….maybe I should stay here." Seth said nervously. "The others say humans will kill me if I am alone."
Vicky was about to ask why, when she remembered how her father spoke of the wraith to his adult friends. They always boasted about how many wraith they could kill while drunk. She couldn't imagine killing Seth. Then she'd never see him again. He wasn't a monster like her pappy told her. He was just a kid like her. Wraith were people too…..weren't they? If they could talk and all…..
"Um…okay. I'll get some munchies and well go play in my super secret fort! This'll be fun!"